Through His Vision Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Life was just barren
And odd even
No scope was there to turn into heaven
Mind was so laden with tension

I had not seen shower
From any one as lover
You came from no where
As if to prove as good messenger

I was thirsty
But lacked beauty
You saw heart behind
And tried to find

I just closed eyes
And tried
To see him through his vision
I had no more confusion

He opened up like tree branches
I was mesmerized by every inch
I was about to fall on ground
As my love was accidently found